КЕДР - Капсула - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The bleached bones of the skull into the spacesuit

Everything here indicates the fact that do not be saved

And if we have a death in space,

Let the pale road of the Milky Way replace the Styx,

I'm alone here, I am not supposed to pray to me

What can you change here? If you are the last in orbit in a rusty ship of the ship, looking down,

And the disputes of the nuclear mycelium break the earth, the tears are in

And touch my eye, I am here, you are there, but I ask at least casually then come back in the dreams,

in those intervals of the time while my oxygen still comes out

In the canvas light ship growls with bronchitis Hobbit, and outside

The dawn arose, clinging the sphere to the gray glass of the porthole, doused on the death of the world,

When all the worships of the module will blind radiation

I will write a sheet, put it in a capsule

The raised helmet was filled with dust of fractions

All sadness passed, it remains only to smile

And in measured silence in autoprepa mode, the radio waves

The shooting of the message occurred, the pyropatrons clasped together, clasped

When all the dark corners of the soul will illuminate radiation

I will write a message, put it in a capsule

I will admit that Armageddon works like a diluted streptocide,

Without understanding these atlases and nations

My eye sockets will grin for a long time,

And on the sheet, hello, we hate these forms of life,

whitened bones of the skull,

And in the dark companion only a shame of the abyss of anthracite.

And what happened, will you ask? I don't know myself

Once after intercession, I suddenly saw on duty

Like blue clouds of cyclones, the ball bloomed

Purple flowers of tulips stretching upwards, lilies

In the headphones, an ether moaned with a tangled pile of tongues, and the cries of those were torn.

Who hated the whole planet, those who, after the reset, left above,

Then everything was silent, the wave left, I finished the puree in silence from the tube, finished kefir

It turns out that I am the last link in this chain, this is Bingo, because everything turned to the fucking

It remains only to write a letter with a message to someone more reasonable,

What we are, packing it in a brilliant metal cylinder, like a petal of the seventh fly, our exit was broken, pierced an hour.